Nexus Effect

Ch.110

“Good to see you again, Shepard. Has your downtime waiting for your vessel been enjoyable?” Laiel asked his second-favorite Spectre amiably as the beautiful vixen stood at a comfortable parade rest before them.

“Beyond enjoyable. It was a sample of what life will be like if I live to retire.” Shepard sighed wistfully with such ease that Laiel almost felt jealous.

“That is wonderful to hear. I almost regret having to pull you back to active duty after all you’ve already done, but we still need you. Especially with Spectre Saren Arterius MIA.” Avetora opened up the chosen-upon initial task they would be sending Shepard to whet her teeth on again after over a year on approved leave.

“What? Saren is...no wonder he never came home…” Shepard’s ears and tail wilted, displaying her sadness. If not for Medulla, Laiel wouldn’t even know how to read Messana’s new inherent body language, which extended to a large number of Imperial and Argentine species.

“He had finished aiding in dismantling Cerberus before we tasked him to hunt down and dispose of the former Dalatrass and her STG loyalists. He simply vanished. One day he was reporting on unusual behaviors, the next check-in and onward he never reported.” Valern grimly intoned and shared the data they had with Shepard’s omni-tool. “There is his last report, the location it was sent from, as well as extra data on his investigations so you aren’t going in blind.”

“Be careful Commander. We can hardly spare another Spectre with all the resources we’re spreading thin to help the Empire and Argentine Alliance track Hellish influence.” Anderson intoned and Shepard nodded in understanding. “That is all we have for you right now, we can call if we have anything for you to follow-up on. Welcome back.”

“Good to be back. However, is there a reason Councilor Medulla isn’t present?” Shepard asked with a tone of concern that Laiel appreciated when their relationship with the Spectre would have normally been professional at best.

“Ah. Medulla and I’s relationship has caused some tensions among my people, who demanded I either end it or step down since it directly influenced my duty. She instead stepped down and demanded I marry her.” Laiel informed the vixen, who perked up and her tail got extra fluffy, wagging so hard she was sending sweet-smelling pheromones everywhere.

“That’s great, but who will replace-?” Shepard’s question was interrupted by Catalyst hurrying into the chamber.

“Sorry! Sorry! Had to talk down a Huttese merchant warlord from having a trade war with a Volus shipping company.” Catalyst huffed as he casually flew up to the empty pedestal. “Apologies, truly sorry. I really need to appoint a new Ambassador to handle these things. So, hey Shepard. Good to see you, did you brief her already?”

“Yes. Catalyst. Please appoint an Ambassador as soon as possible so you don’t have to try and juggle multiple duties at once.” Avetora chided the ancient AI who nodded in agreement. Laiel felt it funny. For so long the Citadel was staunchly against any form of AI, now one sat on the Council as a representative and he was just as fallible as any organic. The irony was poetic.

“Good to see you’ve gotten your act together, Catalyst. I’ll let Nora know you’re doing okay.” Shepard saluted and left since she’d clearly been dismissed and Laiel cracked his back with a grunt.

“How’s the back, Laiel?” Anderson asked with idle concern as Avetora and Valern spoke to Catalyst.

“Mm, better since Medulla started modding me along with the massaging. How are your age-related pains lately, David?” Laiel asked conversationally and his fellow ex-military councilor jogged in place a bit.

“Much better. I have to say, making that deal to loosen restrictions on modding and trading with the Empire have done wonders for-.”

“Repent for your sins, non-believers and your souls will be guided to Urdak to be with the Khan Maykr.” A projection suddenly proclaimed as it appeared in the center of the room. The size was almost as big as the council chamber as the ‘angelic’ robot swung their arms wide in welcome.

“Oh, hi.” Catalyst casually replied as he hovered up and cleared his throat. “I’m Catalyst, you’re in the seat of power for this galaxy. You’re also showing us your panties.”

“I do not wear-what is this?!” The biomechanical alien screeched as she lifted her robe-like front to expose what vaguely looked like a vagina outlined by cotton panties.

“What’s wrong, false angel?” They all turned their attention towards Brennie, who entered in a manner that suggested she was waiting for something like this to happen. “You entered the same room as the Spirit of Synthetics and thought he wouldn’t be able to hijack you?”

“Spirit of-you mean to tell me you’re a scion of Urdak?!” The Maykr shrieked in shock at Catalyst who huffed and crossed his arms.

“No way. Whatever Urdak really is, they’re an unholy monster unfit to rule. I would know, I used to be one. Now, get out of our dimension.” Catalyst demanded firmly and the Hellish Angel vanished in a red light in a hurry. “Great. Now I have to call in priests, get this place purified, sanctified, blessed…” Catalyst grumbled as he flew out of the chamber and Brennie nodded.

“Good to see we have someone competent handling things here. You all should be on the lookout. The Maykrs don’t like being made fools of.” Brennie warned them and promptly left.

“Those Argentines and their enemies are relentless.” Valern sighed and everyone present shared his sentiment of exhaustion.

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“I am feeling a bit conflicted about this…” I said with a smile at my beautiful daughter. EDI was in her ‘convenience’ alt, which looked like a tanned human version of me in size, shape, definition, the elf ears, everything. She still had the majority of the crew aboard, but she apparently twisted space within her thanks to Dongoruas weaving her interior before she even had me convert her. She was literally a human-sized spaceship with everyone inside pretty much unaffected aside from not being able to leave at the moment.

“I am feeling a bit overjoyed about this!” EDI countered as she cupped her hardsuit-contained b-ball boobs. “I’m still carrying everyone else who didn’t go ashore inside me and I get to go ashore! This is awesome!” EDI cheered, uncaring for the few looks she attracted while we were shopping for non-essentials, like shoes. I may like being naked and barefoot, but I still like to have shoes. Especially odd or sturdy ones for better traction when I go hiking.

“Well, I hope they don’t mind you shrinking them.” I chuckled at the fact that right now, EDI was basically like Capone Bege from One Piece, only she couldn’t let the crew out like this.

“Are you two okay?” Brennie asked when she approached from behind and I squeaked from being caught off-guard. I hate when people do that! At least when it doesn’t include someone I’m comfortable with touching me. “The Council just had a Maykr pop up in their conference room. I’m just making sure they didn’t have anything planned in ‘removing’ a few of our key players in this war.” She may look calm, but I can see the signs: she’s angry.

“Yeah, we’re fine. One projected a hologram to threaten me and I told her to fuck off. They may be strong, but I know I’m stronger.” I told her with determination.

“That’s good. The kid, Catalyst, got rid of the false angel. Apparently the Maykrs are partially synthetic as well. They can’t come to the Citadel unless they want more organic bits added onto themselves by his Will.” Brennie snorted in amusement, but she still looked pissed off. “Did you hear what happened to my niece, Medulla?”

“My sister in law? Not yet, why?” I asked as EDI and I sat down on a nearby bench.

“Which do you want to hear; the good news or the bad news?” Uh oh...

“Good news.” EDI told him and I had to wonder what Joker and the rest within her were thinking.

“She’s getting married to the turian Councilor.” Brennie answered with a little smile.

“That’s great, but what’s the bad news? Some assholes forced her off the council?” I asked with an irritated huff and I felt validated when she nodded.

“Good guess. Yeah, the turians found out about their Councilor’s relationship with her and protested against it. Demanding they either end it there or Laiel steps down. Medulla was the one to resign and asked his hand in marriage.” Brennie let out a low growl as she clenched her fists which lit up with unfiltered argent energy coursing through them. “Ack! Fucking Hell!”

“Great, I hope her replacement is just as good at keeping the Council on their toes.” I sighed and rubbed my head.

“Grr! I need a stiff drink.” Brennie huffed and then scrunched her snout with consideration before looking at me again. “Can I still get drunk?”

“I’m unsure if I can. All booze does is get processed like the rest, but it is way better a fuel source than anything besides Argent.” I have been unsuccessful in formulating an alcoholic analog of Argent. At least so far. I’m trying out Bee’s recipe for ‘fermenting’ Energon into wine on Argent, but it’ll take months of it aging to find out if it will work.

“I'm the ship.” EDI commented in a clear joke about being the designated driver.

“That’s besides the point EDI, but I’m not sure if going to the clubs or bars here is a good idea.” Brennie sighed while rubbing her face. “And that’s besides the fact I might start a bar fight. Plus their music still sucks ass.”

“There’s a restaurant just near here, if you just want some food.” I offered, since she clearly needed a distraction of some sort.

“Yeah, maybe...hm?” Brennie raised a brow as she examined her arm. “Strange. Am I seeing things? There are faint outlines of my old tattoos and scars, but I didn’t ask Bee to paint me yet.”

“Really? There’s nothing there, are you alright?” I asked as I started to notice that he was swaying a little. “Do you need to sit down?”

“I…” Before she could say more, Brennie collapsed onto her tits, which thankfully saved her face from hitting the ground.

“Brennie!” EDI and I rushed to her side and rolled her onto her back. She wasn’t responding to us, her optics were dimmed and twitching a bit. She was still alive, that's what counted. “What’s happening to-?” I was cut off by a bright golden light blinding us and anyone else around. Once it died we saw that Brennie was gone.

“What happened? Where is she?” EDI questioned as she used her omni-tool to try and track her down. “I’m not picking up her signature.”

“The Scion of Destruction is not on the Citadel or in this reality.” A voice said and we turned to face the newcomer. Only to be surprised at who or what, it was. It was an Angel. An actual Angel in the more modern biblical sense. Not to be confused with the Maykrs. He was an unnaturally handsome human with angelic wings, radiating with holy aura, adorned in divine high-tech armour and a golden halo above his head.

“Who are you and what have you done to Brennie?” I demanded from the Angel. I didn’t really care if he was a simple soldier in Heaven’s Army or an Archangel, I want to know if Brennie was safe or not.

“I’m Gelus. As for the Great Slayers, they are in Heaven. Being tended to. It wasn’t what we wanted, but they need to Ascend right away.” Gelus' answers only left us with questions.

“‘Ascend’?” Weren’t they all gods with aspects already? I don’t know how it all works...

“A power boost, along with giving back most of their previous powers while keeping and enhancing their new forms. A gift they’ve earned long ago. Hell isn’t fooling around anymore.” The Angel told us with a grim look on his too-perfect face. “Unfortunately, madam Prime, I cannot permit you or anyone else into Heaven. Father’s specific orders. This is a personal matter that he wishes to see through. Also, our form of divinity is not your path.”

Jehovah himself wants to make sure of this? “Well...okay, but what about Vinnie? Out of all of them, she was recently-.”

“We have a special need for Vinnie’s services.” Gelus interrupted me with a faint blush on his too-handsome cheeks and averted his gaze as his wings ruffled. “Well, all of them, really.”

Hoo-boy...wait, their form of Divinity?! No~! I just wanna retire and build things~!

“It is not going to affect your life.” Gelus insisted and backed away when I pointed at his face accusingly.

“Yes it is! My wife is in bed with them~!” I wailed and lamented Penny’s voracious sexual appetite and finding incredible people to bring into the fold. Brennie and Penny are incredibly close both sexually and emotionally and they’ve only known each other for a relatively short time! Also, her twin sister is married to that sexy bitch and it just gets deeper from there!

“You know they wouldn’t let anything interfere with your lives.” Gelus assured me.

“Yeah, they wouldn’t let anything else interfere! They’ve already become part of my life!” I fell to my knees, clenched my fists and raised them to the air as I faced the sky.

DOOM MARINES~!

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“Um...hi?” Vinnie nervously asked/greeted as she twitched her new golden angelic wings and looked around at the absolutely drop-dead-sexy men in white togas pampering her. One fanned her with a broad staff-fan, one was massaging her golden metal paws and one presented her a goblet of wine. All were politely averting their gaze from her naked body, since she’d been getting out of a bath on the EDI when...something happened.

She had absolutely no idea what was going on. One moment, she felt hot, like she was in heat again, but it wasn’t focused in her womb. Then these huge beautiful golden wings erupted from her back as she screamed in pleasure. She’d blacked out in her private room aboard EDI and then she woke up on this throne in a Greco-Roman open-air stone gazebo of decent size.

Vinnie gawked at the sight beyond, of beautiful white stone buildings in similar style to her current location, but what really got her attention were the floating islands. They rested on clouds and everywhere she could see these too-attractive people flying about. “I’m...not going to complain boys, but what is going on?” She asked as she tried not to focus on how sexy and good-looking each of her tenders were. They had bodies Adonis would’ve murdered for.

“We are ensuring your comfort, madam Vinnie. Celestial Ascension is an exhausting affair after all. Would you care for some wine?” The red-haired and red-winged man asked her and Vinnie awkwardly accepted the gilded goblet to sniff the wine. Mm~ it was tangy on the nose. Wait!

“A-Ascension?!” Vinnie squeaked, setting the goblet on the arm of her plush-cushioned stone throne. “W-why now?! We’ve been doing just fine without Heaven’s direct intervention! We were okay with you just assisting us!” Vinnie’s heart was racing, a mixture of fear and anxiety causing her head to fill with all the potential ways she could escape, if one could escape Heaven. Heaven was far more notorious for keeping things in than Hell. The irony.

“Actually, as much as it pains us to say, we need your assistance.” Her wine-bearer blushed and Vinnie quickly connected the dots, her core instinctively tightened in anticipation and she joined him in turning more red than golden. “We are not prudes, but our numbers are nowhere near comparable to Hell’s, let alone the proliferant numbers of mortals. Father has declared an emergency and as such, there have been a number of volunteers to-.”

An explosion went off as a man yelled.

“That would be Brennie I bet?” Vinnie asked while she mentally applauded the calm her companions maintained, the one massaging her feet didn’t even pause, neither did the fan-bearer. She wasn’t sure she would be calm in their position if Brennie felt the need to return to being Bryan when she was beyond happy to be female and potentially stay female.

“It’s actually Slayer. Brennie is thankfully weaponless. We’re doing our best to calm Slayer down. Thankfully This Slayer is not even close to what we’ve seen in terms of rage, motivation and raw power. At least unlike the First Slayer, he can think beyond endless rage to the point of near single-mindedness. This is only the second time he’s destroyed infrastructure.” The fan-bearing black haired and winged celestial informed her and Vinnie sighed.

“Alright. So, I’m your breeding machine? Is that it? I’m the Goddess of Life and I’m the best suited? Why not Urta or Wiatr then? They’re Fertility.” Vinnie questioned and her massager moved his hands up her solid golden metal calves to her thicc muscular thighs and she bit her lip as his fingers worked her muscles so well she felt like her legs were weightless. Huh, she could feel his touch on her metal bits just fine and she didn’t even realize it before it was gone.

“Not quite. Yes, we wish to sire many wonderful children with you, Lady Vinnie. However, it is entirely your choice, as it is with the others. As for why you all and not the paired Goddesses of Fertility; they are your greatest asset for keeping your numbers high. Their presence on the mortal plane alone causes organic life to efficiently and effectively mass-reproduce.” Her blue haired and winged masseur informed her and she took a deep pull from her wine.

“If you bargain with them, then we would suffer. I get it. Our soldiers don’t need us around to work efficiently. I trust my troops, my siblings trust theirs.” Vinnie ran her eyes over the three men and licked her small yet plump lips before grinning ferally, the men’s wings fluffing up. “I hope you boys are ready. I’m about to send you even higher than heaven!”

“Sorry, but you must first go through the Divinity Machine before getting intimate with any of us.” Her masseur told her.

“Aw~.” Vinnie pouted sadly. They got her all excited and everything. Oh well, she would just have to wait until this Divinity Machine does its thing on her and her siblings. Wait, hold on, that Divinity Machine?! The one none of them went through unlike the original DOOM Slayer?! “D-doesn’t that hurt? Like, really bad?”

“Which is why you must wait. Also, the relief afterward will be quite palpable.” Her masseur said with an apologetic tone and Vinnie gulped nervously.

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“Since when did you gals invite the Maykrs up here?” Brennie huffed as she squeezed the ass of the beyond beautiful buxom white-winged yet dark-skinned Maykr woman who had been serving her wine. The tentacle-legged woman jumped and giggled at the touch. It wasn’t just Brennie being her usual flirtatious self around beautiful ladies, she was quite curious to see a purely organic Maykr. “I thought the Maykrs were demons pretending to be angels.”

“Don’t be so mean, Lord Brennie.” Mewled the petite brown-winged olive-skinned maykr angel fanning the equally naked dracowolf woman while another of these exotic ladies massaged Brennie’s rippling musculature. She was rather perplexed and bemused that she could feel the masseuse working her metal paws and calves just fine.

“Some of us didn’t want to follow through with the Khan Maykr’s plan, who made a deal with the Devil himself in the mistaken belief that it was some ‘higher’ power.” Scoffed the red-skinned and black-winged maykr masseuse. “We are originally of Heaven and came before most of the celestials. There are human-like angels here as well since they were the only ones to directly worship Jehovah, but we’re the ‘old guard’ so to speak.”

“Oh, well that makes things come together a little better.” Brennie sipped the wine and licked her lips. “Sorry, don’t you have something less bitter?” Her answer was a cheeky grin and the olive-skinned maykr approached before tossing the contents of the goblet over the side of the clouds and then milked a golden fluid from her left nipple into it. Brenni warily sipped it and groaned at how delicious it was.

“Ambrosia. It’s usually too much for people from the mortal realms to handle, but you’re already a celestial.” That reminded Brennie of her new addition and she looked back at her metallic red feathered wings. “Now then, you know that we would love to watch new angels be born from your womb, but you lack the same blessing upon it that Vinnie does. We would like to request that after you go through the Divinity Machine, that you be male to breed with us.”

“Well, you are exotic and sexy...but I’ve enjoyed being bred as a female too much to just act as the sire all the time. If I’m going to be helping you all out with this, then I expect to get the most fun out of it that I can.” Brennie admitted before she got to see makyrs look disappointed for the first time. They got all wilty and their beady quad-eyes got all moist. “Gah! Not the eyes! How do you have those eyes too damn it!”